Academia Book of Oneshots

ShinDeku: 911

"911 operator, what's your emergency?"

Shinsou sat slouched over his chair, gazing at the monitor with tired eyes that twitched irritably at the annoying bright light that lit his little cubical.

The whole office had gone home, save for the handful scheduled for the nightshift.

But not him, no he just had to work overtime.

His desk was a cluttered mess of papers and empty coffee cups, a magazine splayed open off to one side barely managing to stay put with the way it hung half off the side.

On it was an advertisement listed in bold writing with a giant picture of some sort of limited edition All Might figurine.

He didn't exactly know which one, all he knew was he needed to get it.

Glancing down Shinsou stared at it for a moment, motivation breaching the exhaustion that banged in his head like a hammer.

He kept that page open, looking down at it whenever he was near the breaking point- Whenever that voice in the back of his head convinced him he could just go home, forget work, worry about it all later.

His desire to see that contagious bright smile as he walked through the door, the way his green eyes lit up as he sat down to whatever frozen dinner- or leftovers he managed to not burn- his whole demeanour practically sparkling when he told him all about the people he saved and the fans he met, the soft blush on his face as they climbed into bed together, his light snores as he buried his messy hair into his chest unknowingly.

That desire was overwhelming to the point it left a tingling in his feet that wanted him to walk out that door and see his dorky little face waiting for him with that silly expression of his saying, 'Welcome home!'

He didn't realise he was smiling as his thoughts drifted and he wanted nothing more than to go home and see him again.
His body practically itching to pull him into a hug, lacing his fingers around that mop of hair that was so comfortingly soft to play with.

God he wanted to go home.

His eyes glanced back down at the magazine, a jittery excitement rushing through his veins that curled his tired lips into another smile and his eyes glinted with a mischievous joy.

But that teary-eyed overwhelmed look of surprise would be worth all the sleepless nights listening to drunk kids pulling stupid pranks, or those irritating people who just didn't understand what the word, 'Emergency,' really meant.

"Hello, is anyone there?"

He repeated himself through the microphone attached to his ear, expecting a sudden burst of laughter and a, 'Oh my god you actually did it!' But all he got in return was some faint noise and what sounded like shuffling of some kind.

'Another prank call,' he thought to himself, mentally rolling his eyes as his hand hovered over ending the connection.

A muffled huff broke through the phone's silence followed by a squeaking choke that sent Shinsou from his slouched position to a rigid realisation.

This wasn't a prank call.

"What's your location? Can you speak- are you injured?"

A creaking groan filled his banging head with a shuddering noise as a hacking cough followed.

"You know," the voice on the line paused, a scratchy sound weighing it down as the words were slightly slurred together with the strain.

"You sound pretty cool over the phone."